“That fine handkerchief you see was given her by a Miss Chanler, one of the passengers--and her other clothes, too, for, as I said, she hadn’t a rag to her back, poor girl!” Carey Doyle was secretly astonished and mystified--Jessie Lyndon dead, and Jessie Lyndon living, what could it mean? He resolved to come back to-morrow and see the girl for himself. * * * * * When the old family physician came next morning to see his patient, he was surprised to see her so well. “Why, how bright you look! You are certainly better,” he cried gladly. “I am better, indeed, and it is all owing to such a pleasant visit I had last evening from an old friend. It was Frank, and you know how fond I am of him. Cora brought him in to see me, and he entertained me so pleasantly that I quite forgot I was almost dying. Indeed, I am almost resolved now to get well,” smiling brightly at him. “Capital! Capital! You only need the will to get well, and you will soon be in your best health again. I have always told you that, you know, and I am glad Frank has roused you to take an interest in life again!” he cried, with hearty joy. “And he is coming again to-day. I am expecting him any moment!” Mrs. Dalrymple added, two spots of feverish color brightening her cheeks in the unrest of her mind. “There, I hear his voice now! No, doctor, do not go. He will have strange news for me, perhaps, and I may need you in my excitement. Besides, if it is good news I wish you to hear it.” Frank Laurier entered with Cora, and after salutations all around, he looked anxiously at the patient, whispering: “Can you bear the shock of good news?” “Oh, Frank, yes, yes--speak quickly--my suspense has been terrible!” she cried hoarsely. And to the amazement of the doctor and Cora, he replied: “I obeyed your command, and--the casket was empty!” A shriek of joy broke on their ears, then Mrs. Dalrymple lay like a corpse before them, so ashen pale, so deadly still. The old doctor with a cry of dismay knelt by her side, and felt for her heart. “Do not tell me that my good news has killed her!” Frank cried with horror in his dark-blue eyes, while Cora awaited the dénouement in wild suspense. A secret hope came to her that this might be death, that her aunt might not live to prosecute the search for her hated rival, Jessie Lyndon. But presently the old doctor’s efforts at her recovery were rewarded with success. Her eyes opened, the color came back to her lips, she faltered: “Ah, you thought that I was dead!--but how could I die with such happy news!” “But I do not understand!” the physician replied blankly, while Cora remained silent from consuming rage. “Tell them all, Frank,” commanded Mrs. Dalrymple, with a happy smile, and he obeyed in a few words.